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Car 1 By Jason Rubis Where you think you're going, huh? Get back here. No no, honey, you ain't going nowhere. Oh, you think this is funny, do you? Sure you do. You thought this was just another of Linda's little whimsies. Sneak down to the garage in our undies, all giggly and hush-hush on our stocking feet, even though there's nobody to see or hear us. Get in my husband's car and make out a little, just so we could imagine the look he'd get on his face if he knew what we were up to. A kiss or two, a little grope on the titties, you thought that was all it would amount to. Even though you'd been teasing me all night with your cute little body. It excites you to play with another woman, doesn't it? But you feel safe, because I'm your friend. You thought I invited you to my house because my hubby was out on his little business trip. You thought we'd drink a little wine, have a little bitch-session, strip - just for fun - maybe touch each other a little - just for fun. This trip to the car added a little spice to the evening; so did my mouth on yours. But that's all it is. I could hear you thinking that, you know. I can hear a lot of what you'd think, so you'd better be careful from now on. Right now you think I'm going to let you out of this car. You think I'm just playing when I grab your hands this way, think we'll both struggle playfully for a second, maybe kiss once more, then we'll both go back in the house and watch TV. Nuh-uh. Watch my hand: it's locking the door. Now it's rising up to stroke your cheek, grazing your tit on the way. Now watch my mouth, watch my lips move, wrapping themselves around the words You're mine with a sweetness I never applied to my husband's cock. Sure, you could get away, if you really wanted to. I'm not that much stronger than you, and I'm not here for a fight, you know that by now. But I'm going to keep you here; if not with force then with kisses, with touches in places another girl never touched before. I'll keep you here with the promise of heat and adoration. Because I do adore you. You're younger than me - just enough to make me look at you with wonder. Your skin is just a bit smoother than mine, your breasts just a bit higher and tighter, your taste in clothes subtly different from mine. Your memories are newer; the toys you had growing up are different from the ones I had. You fascinate me. When you laugh it lights a little fire in me, and that fire's gotten higher and brighter every day we've known each other. What more do I have to say? You're a little scared, a little freaked out; okay. I'll persuade you with my hands. My fingers touching your jaw, the delicate line of bone between your throat and your breasts, the slope of your shoulders. All the little places you don't know about. Your boyfriends are too young, just like you; you think the first time you dropped your panties for a boy was the beginning and the end of mystery, but oh honey, I know better. I'll teach you all the secrets. When I get you down on this fine leather seat, I'll teach you some more. It won't be long now. Oh, don't cry, baby. Don't cry now. Feel my lips on your eyes, kissing your tears away, isn't that nice? Let them do their work - my mouth and your tears both. When they've finished, you'll be a wiser girl. Now. Aren't you happier? I can see you are, and I can still read your thoughts. You've got your own little fire lit inside you, don't you? Let it burn, sweetheart. Let it burn. Try this: lift your hands, one after another, hold them out here in this little leather-smelling space. See how I fit between them? Let me just lean into you, hook my chin over your shoulder. I won't touch; I'll keep my own hands down by my sides, folded over my cunt like a good girl. I'll wait until you're ready, even though my heart is beating ready to tear out of my chest just from the smell of your skin. I'll wait with closed eyes for you, and won't say a word until you're ready.
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